Working as a police officer in Mexico

When Casare heard the name, he opened his mouth and finally became quiet.

Victor handed his son over to the nurse and gave a few instructions to the doctors, asking them to use the best medical equipment to take care of Krista Schroeder.

"The security level here has been upgraded to the highest level. Also, I don't want to hear anyone spreading this news outside."

"clear!"

"clear."

Goebbels, who was in charge of the public opinion window, and Joseph Joffre, the captain of the guard, responded.

Victor is not one of those drug dealers who went for plastic surgery to avoid being hunted, and then killed the doctor after the plastic surgery.

For legal targets, he prefers to use "interest bundling" methods, such as increasing the salaries of doctors and nurses, and providing better treatment to their families and children.

After coming out of the hospital, the bodyguards outside had already brought cars over, all of them Mercedes-Benz. Victor randomly picked one and got in.

"When the child turns one year old, will you be responsible for baptizing him? I want you to be his godfather."

As soon as Casare came in, he was startled when he heard the boss's words, and then he shook his hand, "How do I have the qualifications..."

"If you don't have it, who in the world has it?"

"We are brothers, and my child as agreed will be your child. If something happens to me that day, Caesar will still need your care." Victor clapped his hand.

When Casare heard this, his nose felt a little sour.

After all, Tuogu is a matter of extreme trust in both the East and the West. He stopped being pretentious, nodded and said hello.

After the fleet starts.

He pondered for a moment and asked, "Boss, is the name Caesar a bit too big? Do you want to raise him as your legitimate son in the future?"

The eldest wife's name is Caesar Napoleon Vieri. Could it be that the son of his first wife is called Brutus Wellington Vieri?

Destined enemy?

Upon hearing this, Victor leaned back, rubbed his swollen neck, and said with a smile, "If Europe can produce the Capetian dynasty, why can't the Habsburg family produce the Vieri dynasty?"

Casare's brain shut down for a moment, and then he was dumbfounded.

In modern civilization, do you still want to implement the enfeoffment system?

“Holy Rome is not holy, Super America is not super, why can’t their orthodoxy be in Mexico?”

Okay...

This kind of unrealistic ambition sometimes sounds ridiculous, but if Victor said it, it would be a bit imaginative.

Could it be that from now on the legitimate son will be called: Washington?

Good guy…

Washington is Victor's son, which is exciting to think about.

Casare pinched the bridge of his nose, "What a grand plan."

"Of course the first thing we have to do is kill the drug dealers!"

When the motorcade reached a red light, George Smiley ran out of the front car and knocked on the glass.

"What's wrong?"

Victor pulled down the window and asked when he saw the other party's anxious look.

"General, a force of more than 5,000 people from Nuevo Leon has entered Coahuila!"

"Why panic!"

"Convey the information to the staff, ask them to coordinate with the front line, and direct the troops to kill them!"

"Understood." George Smiley took a deep breath, held the phone and began to coordinate.

"It seems that he has met a ruthless man. He doesn't want his family anymore and is starting to prepare to beat the old master to death with random punches. Rommel will suffer a little loss when he encounters such a person." Victor said with a smile.

Not worried at all.

Is it possible to fight back to Tijuana?

Casare nodded slightly, "There are a lot of drug dealers after all."

"No matter what, we must capture Nuevo Leon. The Falcon Reservoir over there can solve a lot of water problems. Aren't the Americans planning to come over in two days? If they want a ceasefire, cede this place to us!"

The Falcon Reservoir is very important to the border between the two countries. McAllen on the American side relies on water and relies on its water monopoly to impose economic sanctions on Mexico.

It may not be easy to get it.

"The situation in the United States is not right, and they also want to completely resolve the dispute with Mexico." Casare said.

"Bush Sr.'s health should make it impossible for him to serve as president again. Perhaps, there will be an early election."

When Victor heard this, he asked, "Are you going to die?"

"Not necessarily, just a little worse."

"God bless him...die soon." Victor made a cross on his chest.

God should listen to Victor, right?

…

4th Marine Division Headquarters.

Rommel looked solemn.

The frontline troops received frequent good news. The Northern Route Army has conquered 7 small towns and reached the important city of Vallecillo, which is less than 200 kilometers away from Monterey.

The whole territory can be recovered with just a glance.

The drug dealer did this to himself again.

"The Monterey Division made a surprise attack from the center and entered Coahuila. They only had two things in mind. One was to disrupt the situation of the battle, make us come back for reinforcements, and give us a heavy blow on the way!"

"Two, cut off the retreat of the feigning attack troops, attack from both sides with the drug traffickers, and defeat the Western Route Army."

A staff officer with the rank of lieutenant colonel was holding a stick and talking on the map.

"Which friendly unit is the closest?" Rommel asked in a deep voice.

"Stationed in the southeastern part of Durango State is the Fifth Regiment of the 1st Marine Division, which is undergoing rest and recuperation. The commander of the regiment is..." The staff officer next to him hurriedly opened the "Address Book" and checked, "Colonel William Guderian."

"Ask for reinforcements from the 1st Marine Division and ask them to enter the state of Coavivera to protect the rear of our feint attack force!"

"Will they save him?" someone asked.

"According to the "Wartime Doctrine": Anyone who fails to rescue friendly forces will be punished as a deserter!" Rommel looked solemn, "then apply to the high command."

In order to prevent the "friendly troops are in trouble, I'm watching the show" scenario from appearing on the battlefield, Victor punished those who refused to save others severely.

"Yes, sir!"

Rommel slammed the table.

Hold!

It was set up by a drug dealer.

At this time, there was a place called Savelian Village 60 miles behind the West Route Army.

Meaning: Hometown of Warriors.

Two regiments led by Federico Ferrari Orsi stormed here and bombarded 4.5 square kilometers of land with the artillery they carried.

Four thousand drug dealers stormed towards it.

And Fedor von Bock was fighting on the front line. He also preferred stability, so he placed a glorious company here.

Company A, Battalion A, 336th Regiment, 4th Marine Division.

This unit was originally the 112th Mexican Regiment, the army that brought order to the chaos and made great achievements when attacking the industrial park. It was later established as one of the main regiments.

Later, he also made many military exploits in the southern and northern wars. The first regiment commander Vasily now serves as the deputy commander of the 4th Marine Division.

And Company A, with 276 people in total, is responsible for protecting the feint attack troops!

Chug tug tug…

Bang bang bang…

The village was filled with gunshots.

Two soldiers supported a comrade to retreat back. The drug dealer behind them fired at them. The bullet penetrated the leg of the man on the right, and he screamed and knelt on the ground.

Wearing a mask and looking fierce.

"Phyllis, let's go! I'll give you the rear." After saying that, he sat down and fired with his gun. The drug dealer behind him was so scared that he shrank his head.

"Surrender, we will give preferential treatment to the prisoners!" the drug dealer shouted with a loudspeaker.

"Only Victor soldiers who died in battle have never surrendered to drug dealers! I joined the army not to surrender! Bastard!" Phyllis roared.

"Ah!!!" His face turned red.

He picked up the injured comrade in the middle, took off the pull buckle he carried with him, and buckled it on the back of the injured comrade in the back.

"Let me go, Phyllis!"

"We are brothers, I will take you home!"

He patted the opponent's helmet.

With a roar, the man carrying nearly 100 kilograms of equipment stood up and dragged his comrades back.

Bullets and shells flew past his ears.

The comrades on the ground continued to sweep with their guns.

The smashed car next to it was still on fire.

Phyllis's breathing was rough, and there was a smell of rust in his nose, which was the smell of blood.

puff…

The left leg was shot!

Phyllis fell heavily to the ground, and his comrades fell down. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The drug dealers stood up and rushed over.

Chug tug tug…

Phyllis was loaded with four or five bullets and was vomiting blood. He took out a grenade from his clothes, struggled to pull the fuse, held it down with his thumb, and stuffed it into his clothes.

Four or five drug dealers came closer and looked at him condescendingly, pointing their guns at him.

Phyllis looked at the sky, and he seemed to see a woman leaning at the door, looking at him, "Mom, you can't go back."

The hand in his arms loosened.

The drug dealer opened his eyes suddenly!

collapse! ! !

The explosion took away the drug dealers around him.

Let’s go to hell together!

In Hell, Victor's soldiers are even stronger!

This is just the abbreviation for Savillian Village.

Company A 300 versus 4000!

Fighting back and forth for the commanding heights in this village

In the highest church.

It was littered with corpses.

It was robbed four times by drug dealers, and the company commander personally led the soldiers to snatch it back. The sculpture of God stood in the middle of the open space, looking at the two fighting sides with empty eyes.

you say…

It fell to the ground. Do you think humans are ridiculous?

"Get it back! Get the church back!!" The drug dealer outside roared, and the grenade was thrown in, and it shook three times.

There are no fireworks in the sky, just like the goddess scattering flowers.

Four or five drug dealers rushed in and exchanged fire with the Northern troops inside.

Blood splattered in Jesus' eyes.

He finally shed tears.

But the next second, a grenade fell at his feet, and with a bang, the two-meter-high sculpture fell apart in an instant.

Jesus…

You can't protect yourself on the battlefield.

You need a gun, you asshole!

outside the village.

Staff Officer Federico Ferrari Orsi looked anxious.

6 hours!

4,000 people fought for six hours, MD, and a whole village was defeated!

"Are all the Northern troops inside superhuman? Fill in! Keep asking people to fill in!" He pushed the little leader in front of him and shouted.

When the war has reached this point, all other tricks are useless. It just depends on who has the toughest bones.

The Monterey Division still knew that the person standing here was the commander, otherwise, he would have been killed directly.

"The losses are too serious. We lost two companies." A bearded man said in a muffled voice.

Federico Ferrari Orsi took a deep breath, "No matter how great the damage is, we must deal with it, otherwise, we will have to die here!"

"Then why don't you rush?" someone whispered.

Suddenly, the whole space became quiet.

Everyone looked at him with strange eyes.

Federico's heart trembled, and he looked at the anxious battlefield, his eyelids twitched. After all, he was airborne, and the people of the Monterrey Division didn't recognize him at all. You stood behind and gave blind orders, while the brothers in front rushed forward.

Isn't this sending us to death?

"Give me a gun!" Federico roared, snatching an AK from the drug dealer next to him, "Follow me! Whoever runs, I will kill first! If we can't take Savillian Village, we will all die here and won't go back!"

After that, he rushed into the village with his head ironed.

The drug dealer leader behind him saw it and could only bite the bullet and follow.

The two sides fought in the small village.

The coolness of war is cruel.

After receiving Rommel's "request for support", the Tijuana Command issued an order to the 1st Marine Division in Durango State.

Although the division commander Higmut List was unhappy, he also understood the consequences of not saving the dying and disobeying military orders, so he could only issue combat orders to the 5th Regiment.

Guderian was very decisive when he received the order.

He ordered three battalions to go to the rescue, and one battalion to continue to stay in place, because they were only one step away from "Zacatecas State". If they didn't hold on here, it would be funny to be counterattacked.

The CH-47 transport helicopters sent from the four divisions carried 170 vanguard troops to reinforce, and the rest drove themselves.

Guderian led the team personally.

The Air Force also sent reconnaissance aircraft to conduct reconnaissance on the enemy and conveyed the news to the front line of the troops.

"Sir, the command asked us to go to Savillian Village!"

Guderian frowned, "Map!"

The staff officer hurriedly spread out the map, pointed his finger on it, and found the location accurately, "The drug dealers have been blocked here for six hours."

"How many defenders are there here?"

The staff officer looked solemn, "One company."

"How many?!" Guderian thought he had heard it wrong, and turned his head to look at him.

"Less than 300 people."

The head of the Fifth Regiment took a deep breath, "Speed ​​up! Order the vanguard to reinforce. Is there a small road to get through?"

"Here, you can get there directly through a canyon in Zacatecas State, which can reduce the journey by about 2 hours, but it is very dangerous..."

"The Fifth Regiment has enjoyed danger since ancient times!"

"Change the road, move forward!"

"Yes!"

The staff officer responded and picked up the walkie-talkie to give orders.

The convoy immediately changed direction.

Support!

Friendly forces!

When the battle of Nuevo León started.

Popovich in Mexico City received the news.

Blisters appeared in his mouth.

A little irritated.

Everyone was called over, but at the meeting, no one could put forward effective opinions. Instead, they were arguing and shirking responsibility, meaning that it was someone's fault for not receiving the intelligence of the attack.

"Enough!"

Popovich stood up and slapped the table. His younger brother, Aldous Wendell, looked at the people below with a bad face.

As soon as the door behind him opened, several armed men with guns rushed in.

The meeting room, which was like a vegetable market, suddenly became quiet.

Popovich waved his hand, and the armed men left.

He knew the importance of guns because he could sit in this position. With the help of his family, he established a guard and his position in the PI was stabilized.

"How long are you going to quarrel? Waiting for Victor to come in? Is it still the time for internal strife? I tell you, if any of you makes me unhappy, I will make you unhappy!"

Popovich snorted coldly.

The politicians below looked at each other.

"Sir, we must save Nuevo León. Monterrey respects us very much. It is also the only territory of the PI. If we don't save it, it will definitely cause more dissatisfaction." An old man sitting in the lower right position spoke.

He is very old.

This is General Francisco Pancho, an old man of the PI, now 72 years old and the current Minister of Defense.

It's really funny, three people in charge of defense in Mexico.

One in the north, one in the central so-called orthodox, and one in the south, a drug dealer.

It was simply a warlord melee.

But this Francisco Pancho was a real living fossil of the army. He was born in Mexico City in 1919, joined the army in 1939, and then joined the Mexican Expeditionary Force in 1942 to participate in the battle against the Japanese army in the Philippines.

He personally killed 4 Japanese devils.

He was awarded the American Medal of Merit. After returning, he continued to serve in the army, and after retirement, he was appointed as Minister of Defense by Popovich.

This old man is also very decent. He often takes out his salary to help the poor, and strictly prohibits his children and relatives from drug trafficking, drug transportation and drug use. He is also a unique existence in Mexico.

He has had conflicts with drug dealers several times.

But his status is too sensitive. Many people are his fans, including the arrested "Godfather" Gallardo, who regards him as an idol. He even sends gifts in person or by sending people on holidays.

In the army, many people are his disciples.

With such a status, it is unnecessary to want to kill him. Anyway, the old man will not live for many years.

The main reason why he is helping the PI now is - stubbornness!

Francisco Pancho believes that Victor in the north is a rebel and the drug dealers in the south are bastards. They have not been elected. Only the PI in the center complies with the Constitution.

Victor also sent people to invite him, and when Casare was in power, he came to recruit him personally, but he was rejected.

He is only loyal to the Constitution!

Hearing him say this, Popovich was a little nervous. He didn't have much territory. If there was no more in Nuevo León, he would be no better than a village chief.

"What should we do? Is there any good way?" Someone asked urgently.

"How about... make peace with Victor?" Someone said whimsically.

Admiral Francisco Pancho glanced at the idiot who was talking, "Do you think the winner will negotiate with the loser?"

"That beast will only want more."

"What we can do now is to be forced to start a war and use the name of the ruling party to scold Victor to stop the war. Of course, this is not of much use, but it allows us to stand in a weak place and send reinforcements from other states to attack other bases of the Northern Army, such as Michoacan and Jalisco. The defense line is very long, and the Northern Army cannot resist them all."

"The most important thing is to report to the United Nations..."

Admiral Francisco Pancho paused, "Request them to send peacekeeping forces to intervene. As long as someone sends troops in, the intensity of the Northern Army's use of large-scale weapons will not be so frequent."

"It's best to let the US military come."

"Will the Americans come?" Popovich was a little skeptical.

The United States has only 55 peacekeeping forces around the world...

Yes, that's it.

Garrison is not equal to peacekeeping!

They all go to destroy local peace.

Admiral Francisco Pancho looked at this "idiot" and almost got angry. Does he have to make everything so clear?

But fortunately, there are still smart people below.

"You mean, allow the US to station troops?!!!" Someone shouted at the top of his voice, and his voice suddenly became several dimensions.

Everyone looked at him in shock.

The old general also felt embarrassed.

After the Mexican-American War, the Mexicans were unhappy with the other side and ceded 2.3 million square kilometers of land, which is equivalent to another Mexico.

Now you let them come in and station troops like this...

Not to mention whether the Americans are willing, many of their own people are unwilling!

Admiral Francisco Pancho didn't say anything, just looked at Popovich, he was an old man, only giving suggestions.

The latter's face changed immediately.

Only if you give the Americans benefits, the Americans will come.

What to give?

"You all go out, the old general stay for a while."

The others looked at each other and walked out with sighs.

"You go out too." Popovich said to his brother.

Although Aldous Wendell was unhappy, he went out obediently.

"What can we give the Americans, sir?" Popovich looked at Admiral Francisco Pancho and asked. Before the other party could say anything, he said it first.

"How about ceding Nuevo León to the United States?"

The defense minister's eyes widened.

Damn!

I just hope that the United States can station troops to fight against Victor, but you are just ceding the land of our ancestors.

This...

How can we face the people?

Admiral Francisco Pancho felt bad.

"I want you to visit the United States. Any conditions can be negotiated!"

Sure enough, it's not good.

...